In the New York Herald, November 26, year 1911, there is an account of the hanging of three men. They died for the murder of Sir Edmund William Godfrey; Husband, Father, Pharmacist and all around gentle-man resident of: Greenberry Hill, London. He was murdered by three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery. They were identified as: Joseph Green, Stanley Berry, and Daniel Hill. Green, Berry, Hill. And I Would Like To Think This was Only A Matter Of Chance.

As reported in the Reno Gazzette, June of 1983 there is the story of a fire, the water that it took to contain the fire, and a scuba diver named Delmer Darion. Employee of the Peppermill Hotel and Casino, Reno, Nevada. Engaged as a blackjack dealer. Well liked and well regarded as a physical, recreational and sporting sort, Delmer's true passion was for the lake. As reported by the coroner, Delmer died of a heart attack somewhere between the lake and the tree. A most curious side note is the suicide the next day of Craig Hansen. Volunteer firefighter, estranged father of four and a poor tendency to drink. Mr. Hansen was the pilot of the plane that quite accidentally lifted Delmer Darion out of the water. Added to this, Mr. Hansen's tortured life met before with Delmer Darion just two nights previous. The weight of the guilt and the measure of coincidence so large, Craig Hansen took his life. And I Am Trying To Think This Was All Only A Matter Of Chance.

The tale told at a 1961 awards dinner for the American Association Of Forensic Science by Dr. Donald Harper, president of the association, began with a simple suicide attempt. Seventeen year old Sydney Barringer. In the city of Los Angeles on March 23, 1958. The coroner ruled that the unsuccessful suicide had suddenly become a successful homicide. To explain: The suicide was confirmed by a note, left in the breast pocket of Sydney Barringer. At the same time young Sydney stood on the ledge of this nine story building, an argument swelled three stories below. The neighbors heard, as they usually did, the arguing of the tenants and it was not uncommon for them to threaten each other with a shotgun, or one of the many handguns kept in the house. And when the shotgun accidentaly went off, Sydney just happend to pass. Added to this, the two tenants turned out to be: Fay and Arthur Barringer. Sydney's mother and Sydney's father. When confronted with the charge, which took some figuring out for the officers on the scene of the crime, Fay Barringer swore that she did not know that the gun was loaded. A young boy who lived in the building, sometimes a visitor and friend to Sydney Barringer said that he had seen, six days prior the loading of the shotgun. It seems that the arguing and the fighting and all of the violence was far too much for Sydney Barringer and knowing his mother and father's tendency to fight, he decided to do something. Sydney Barringer jumps from the ninth floor rooftop. His parents argue three stories below. Her accidental shotgun blast hits Sydney in the stomach as he passes the arguing sixth floor window. He is killed instantly but continues to fall, only to find, three stories below, a safety net installed three days prior for a set of window washers that would have broken his fall and saved his life if not for the hole in his stomach. So Fay Barringer was charged with the murder of her son and Sydney Barringer noted as an accomplice in his own death.

And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just "Something That Happened." This cannot be "One of those things...” This, please, cannot be that. And for what I would like to say, I can't. This Was Not Just A Matter Of Chance. Ohhhh. These strange things happen all the time.

It all started way back in 2006 when I attended a G.A.A match at which you were playing. You were an R.P.G member at the time and I remember you askin me to be the head of catering due to my snack providing skills. I agreed and the foundations for a future partnership in crime had been laid.
The next few months were a complet'e' (thanks Tara ) blur from my point of view but one distinct memory remains. The fiver. A time when you were in desperate need of money and I lent a helping hand. You agreed to pay me back and we went our seperate ways. I've not seen a re-embursement on your behalf since.
Over the next few months you began coming down to Passage more often and our friendship grew stronger and stronger. We always had a strange sense of humour. As president John F. Kennedy said "They always had a strange sense of humour" and this would be the bedrock of events from then until this very moment at which I type. Little did we know that the phrase "Look at ____ over there" would become everything we'd ever say.
Our descriptions of people's appearance never ceases to make me laugh and I can honestly say that on many an occasion I've nearly died of laughter.
Then 2008 rolled on. The year was moving along steadily when you decided to complicate things for the better by finding yourself a woman. A woman with an equally morbid sense of humour that suited you down to the very ground. In the previous two years women and your name were the last two things I expected to connect but tales of your various exploits at various discos put that claim to rest.
Your relationship with Kate brought with it more than just companionship but also a new sense of fashion. Gone were the fatman pants and tucked in tee shirts and in were the skinny jeans and baggy hoodies.
The last few months have been mental. The birth of "Spronty", Manson, Fritzl and various other characters have added another dimension to our humour, which was summed up when we went to see Fighting. I have never cried so much in my life. My ribs were at breaking point.
Through all the crazes and obsessions of the past 3 years one thing has remained constant - your sense of humour.
Never change
Ever

Fauckin lovesz ya keeeidddddddddd,
Spront xx

POKIN OUT TARAS EYES

chinese eyes

milton keynes,god idiot.(somehow he mixed dis up with da name of the next point XD)

Merrill Womach - Happy Again

Tara's det - falling from a chair, mid photo

Rob punching tara inda vagine mid pic!

whatcha call 3 trees?a small forest ahuhuhuhuh

Da coughing man on da eagles NFL draft haha

'Davis Troy,from Atlanta'

haha 'CHRIST'

Moshin out ta Justice,Planisphere Finale ,Phantom part II

'School bully not so tough after being molested'

Gary Douche.

"whatcha have for dinner?"Curry"..."of course".."blew my mouth off"

Tara-"She is fuckin frightning!"

"how can anyone be that ugly ,she looks like a fuckin jambon"

Kier-"Disaster of human"